Oh the geese fly and the peewhit sing As I ride on my horse, on the first day of spring And the river flows o'er the grass so green As I fly to my lady, of catrine
And in my mind, the church bell rings Could it be, just for me, on the first day of spring? Some wedding scene, upon a village green
Well the wind is fresh and my eyes are bright As I see my lady's castle come into sight And I'll bow to her, like a king to queen Then I'll kiss my sweet lady, of catrine
